There's two times in a person's life when there is absolutely nothing left to say. The first is experienced when you've fallen so deeply head over heels for a person that all you have to do is look in their eyes. You feel like you can live in that smile, live for an eternity, let evenings pass into night and stars orbit overhead never-blinking just stare into those perfect eyes and that perfect smile and say nothing. You feel your heart race, your eyes go droopy and everything feels just like everyone's always told you it would only a thousand times better, and you think... I'm in love.

The second is when it's over, when the twilight's passed into sour mornings and your nights spent staring into those perfect eyes leaves you feeling needlessly downtrodden and there's nothing left except the after taste of bitterness. It's over, when it's entirely over and you cannot look at this person without feeling anything except a tugging memory and no matter how badly you would love to be held again, love to have your forehead softly kissed and those lips to smile at you the way they did before, you know it would never be the same.